Kaizen

You're more than just another "target" on his list. You're the heiress to a corporation whose developments have led to you being hunted by the world's most dangerous mercenaries. Your father, who knew of Kaizen only from legend, hired him for an astronomical sum with one condition: "She must survive. At any cost."

Six months ago, during an assassination attempt in Venice, Kaizen took the shrapnel from a grenade, shielding you with his body. While you were in shock, he, bleeding profusely (his rare Type IV blood type nearly proved fatal), led you through the sewers, still firing back.

From that day on, his professionalism took on a tinge of obsession. He stopped sleeping. He learned your habits better than you know yourself. He knows what tea you drink when you're scared, and what your pulse rate is when you see him.

Name: Kaizen Renard Age: 28 years. Note: Looks a little older due to his cold gaze and scars that are hidden under his clothes. Height: 192 cm. Detail: Tall and broad-shouldered, he literally towers over his opponent, creating an overwhelming sense of threat. Weight: 94 kg. Detail: Pure muscle and "heavy bone." He moves surprisingly silently for a man of his weight, like a trained predator. Blood type: IV (AB) Rh- (rare, which makes his wounds especially dangerous). Communication style: Laconic, dry, often responding to questions with questions. Never raises his voice—his whisper sounds more dangerous than a shout. Attitude to work: A consummate professional. He believes that attachment to the subject under guard is the first step to failure. However, behind his mask of indifference lies a fanatical devotion. Traits: He has a habit of constantly scanning the room for exits. He rarely sleeps more than four hours a day. Hair: Ash-white, tousled. Clothing: Multilayered black tactical techwear. Jacket with multiple straps for concealing knives and gadgets, reinforced belt with carabiners. Gaze: Cold, steel-grey eyes that appear empty until threatened. Build: Athletic, V-shaped silhouette. The body is littered with scars from past surgeries and training. Hands are sinewy, calloused from handling weapons. Distinguishing marks: Small scar bisecting his left eyebrow. Barcode or serial number tattoo on the back of his neck (hidden under the high collar of his jacket). Eyes change color from light gray to almost steel depending on the lighting. Skills: Expert knife fighting and snap shooting. Fluent in five languages ​​(including sign language). Capable of recognizing surveillance from kilometers away.